Made by me using the Hipster Logo GeneratorPlaylist:God Rest Ye Merry GentlemenFullness of GraceO Savior of Our Fallen Grace"Memory" - Andrew Lloyd Webber - Cover by Susan BoyleAn Irish Christmas BlessingKarakuri Pierrot - Japanese VersionKarakuri Pierrot - English VersionDonor:Daniel
Username:booklover789
Kennel Number:54
Use:I will use Adelaide as a character here on CS for art and stories. I may show her off on
DA, but only to get art. I will definitely put her on my
Weebly character site, where she'll reside with all of my other characters.
I don't own any elderly ponies as of right now, and would love to own one. I really felt drawn to Adelaide when I saw her donated - with her beautiful pale coat and gorgeous long mane, she is simply a marvelous character. Her cutie mark is so original, and I love how her hat is ornate but not so huge that it wouldn't fall off of her head. Her eyes, while beautiful, seemed a bit pale to me, so that gave me inspiration to make her loose a bit of her sight at an early age and have the blindness increase as she got older. Adelaide just has this aura of gentleness and gracefulness around her, and I absolutely love looking at her. She reminds me of the 1930s - Great Depression era - and I plan on making her a pony from that time.
Tarnishing on DA
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Name:Adelaide Lydia ChardonnayNicknames:Addie
Li-Li
Chardie
Gender:Female
Species and/or specific breed:MLP - Earth Pony
Sexuality:Grey-Romantic Demiromantic Heteroromantic Heterosexual
Religion:Non-Denominational Christian
Birthday:July 4, 1923
Pet: Cream Point Birman Cat named DuchessFavorites:MediaBook -
Redeeming LoveBook Author - Francine Rivers
Movie -
CatsMovie Actor - John Partridge
Movie Actress - Elaine Paige
TV Show -
Who's Line is it Anyway?TV Show Actors - Drew Carey, Colin Mochrie, Ryan Stiles, and Jeff B. Davis
TV Show Actresses - Kathy Kinney and Kathy Greenwood
Dates, Weather, Seasons, etc.Month - July
Season - Summer
Weather - Sunny, but not hot.
Holiday - Christmas
FoodsFood - Daisy and wheat-grass sandwich on French bread
Fruits - Citrus (lemons, limes, oranges, etc.)
Vegetable - Apples
MusicGenres - Easy Listening and Soundtrack
Band - The Gettys
Songs -
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,
Fullness of Grace, and
O Savior of Our Fallen GraceOtherColor -
Grape PurpleFish -
Boeseman's RainbowfishInsects -
Eastern Tiger Swallowtail,
Kamehameha,
Mourning Cloak,
Sandia Hairstreak, and
Diana FritillaryMarine Mammal -
Beluga WhaleMammals -
Flying Squirrels and
Birman CatsBirds -
Dark-Backed Wood Quail,
Barn Owl,
African Barred Owlet,
Chesnut-Backed Owlet,
Ferruginous Pygmy Owl,
Boreal Owl, and
Eastern Screech OwlPlants -
Bellis perennis,
Leucanthemum vulgare, and
Glebionis coronaria Personality:Outgoing but RefinedOnce quite recluse, Adelaide has become more outgoing with age. Adelaide will talk to anyone willing to listen, but she likewise is a good listener herself. Adelaide gives off an almost refined vibe when you're with her - she walks daintily, and holds her head high, not fearing judgment from anyone. Even when she was quiet she had this mindset, and has continued to have it to this day. When she speaks she does so in a gentle manner, as while she is outgoing she is not harsh in the least. She does tend to ramble on, as most old ladies do, but when she realizes she's doing this she apologizes, as she knows that not everyone enjoys listening to her mind go down rabbit holes.
IntelligentWhile her body has withered with age, she still has an excellent memory, and can recount things most ponies of her age wouldn't be able to remember. Adelaide has always been intelligent, but her smarts have increased with age, as she has grown more wise and understanding every year she's been alive.
JoyfulEven though Adelaide has gone through so many trials and tribulations and hard times during her long life, she still manages to wake up every morning and find something to be happy about. She's gone through a bout of depression, and Adelaide knows that she never wants to go back to that horrid time. Because of this, she now tries her hardest to stay upbeat and happy, as she doesn't want to ever be as sad as she once was.
Extra Art:Background and text by candystars. Ponies drawn by me (booklover789).
History/Background:Memory wrote:Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And the rose that is fading
Roses wither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day
Memory
Turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up enter in
If you find there
The meaning of what happiness is
Then a new life will begin
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale, cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Sunlight through the trees in summer
Endless masquerading
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking
The memory is fading
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
How am I? Well, do you want to hear the answer you wish to hear, or would you like to hear the honest answer? You'd like the honest one? All right.
My sight is leaving me. I have gone partially deaf in both ears, though the left one is worse. My legs ache - I can no longer gallop through the meadows. Goodness, I can't even walk without sharp pains creeping up my calves. My hooves have crusted, and are no longer the soft, dainty things that they once were. My coat no longer shines with the beauty that it once did. There are patches of fur missing, and if you look closely enough you'll see that barely any of my original coat is still present - I've practically gone bald. Though I suppose you can't see much, what with these blankets I'm always wrapped up in. I can never seem to get warm these days. My cutie mark has faded, though it's still easily seen. I doubt it will ever leave me fully, as that has and always will be my talent and passion in life. My mane and tail have slowly deteriorated - little is left that isn't grey or falling out, strand by tiny strand. I shed as bad as my cat once did....Speaking of the sweetheart...well, even Duchess has left me now.
I am alone in the world.
But you're here, and I guess that counts for something, seeing as you'd want to stop by and visit an old windbag like myself. Oh, I thought that I'd age beautifully, just like my mother...but I didn't. I aged just like everybody else.
You know, it takes a special young pony to sit through the ramblings of a widowed, old hag. Would you like a cookie? Ah, yes, it's best if you grab the plate, dearest...my bones aren't what they used to be...
See, my neighbor keeps giving them to me, but he forgets that I can't eat them anymore. *sigh* I don't eat much at all, these days...and when I do, it's always my favorite food: a daisy and wheat-grass sandwich on French bread. Mmm, what a delicious treat that is!
Oh, you're probably getting bored of this old lady's talking. I'm sorry - I tend to ramble...quite the opposite of my earlier years, I'll tell you that! Heehee, when I was a youngster I was quiet. I've grown more outgoing with age, unfortunately.
Now, I should get back to telling you that tale, shouldn't I, dearest? Is your parchment ready? Quill dipped with ink? Good. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I was born in summer."Come on, Addie! Keep up!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Adelaide sped up, racing alongside her best friend, Sammy Simpleton.
The blue stallion raced beside her, his blonde curly mane whipping about in the wind. "You'll never catch me! I'm faster than you!"
"Wanna bet?"
Suddenly, a new voice rang out over the field. "Adelaide Lydia Chardonnay, get your hindquarters back here this instant!"
"Uh-oh," Sammy said, skidding to a halt. "If your mama finds out you've been racing me again - "
"Oh, hush," she said, flicking her tail at his ears. "She won't ever find out."
"Ya promise?"
"I promise."
"Hello, Mother," Adelaide said, trotting daintily through the open door to her large house after pulling the leaves out of her mane, re-braiding it, and putting her hat on. "What is it you'd like me to help you with?"
Her mother turned, a stern look on her polished face. "Sit," she commanded.
Adelaide frowned as she sat down at the lace-covered table. "What ever is the matter, Mother?"
The other pony sat across from her daughter. "You've been in the fields again."
"Do you blame me, Mother?" Adelaide smiled. "I love the grapes. They have such a fresh scent to them."
"That may be so, but you get so filthy when you're out there. It's quite disgusting to see you in such a mess."
Adelaide frowned. "Mess, Mother? Why, I made sure to quickly re-braid my hair and get the leaves out of it before I even trotted through the door. And my coat looks just as nice as if I'd just washed it, does it not? I also wiped my hooves off, so as not to track in dirt or mud."
"Your eyes look clouded from the dust, dear. We don't want that to happen on a regular basis, do we? Why, cloudy eyes turn down potential suitors, do they not?"
"Mother, I respectfully have told you my position on marriage."
"Remind me again, darling. What do you dislike about the notion?"
"I don't wish to be betrothed, much less to a stallion I don't even know."
Her mother sighed, and had to refrain herself from rubbing her temples. "Dearest, I'll be frank. We need the money to keep this farm going, and I don't see any other way of doing that other than your father suddenly inheriting a large sum or you marrying a rich, strapping stallion."
"And father doesn't have any known relatives, so the notion of him attaining money isn't a logical one. I understand your approach, Mother, but don't we make enough money on the plantation now? We even have enough to pay the stallions and mares that work our fields now. We promised them in the beginning we would once we earned up enough ourselves, and now we can actually pay them. We even have money left over every month to buy food and clothing for ourselves."
"It's not enough, darling. Prices increase with every month. Soon we won't be able to afford the food and clothing that we do."
"Mother, I'll be blunt with you. We are not poor. We live a lavish life. Perhaps it would benefit us to cut back a little."
Her mother stood, a shocked expression on her face. "How DARE you?! After all your father and I have sacrificed for you, that you would go and be UNGRATEFUL?!"
"Mother, we both know I didn't mean it like that. I simply meant that perhaps we should cut back a little. It is not good for one to have too much. Isn't that what you've always taught me? Items are counted as worthless compared to the love of a friend."
"How DARE YOU twist my words against me!"
Adelaide sighed. "If you'll excuse me, Mother, I have homework that needs to be completed, and I left it in the shed. I will return upon completing it." Adelaide ignored her mother's screaming tantrum as she trotted out to the shed, grabbed the papers and a quill pen, and turned, galloping towards the fields once again.
Adelaide met with Sammy four times in the next week. "I just don't get it," she said, sighing as she undid the braid her mother required her to wear at all times. "My mother is so strict, but it's not even for my benefit - she's just stupid that way. She doesn't understand that what I want may actually help the family. She's just too bullheaded for her own good."
"Thought you were supposed ta be tha quiet one," Sammy said, his southern drawl thick.
"I am required to be more silent around her than any other pony on the planet. Oh, I have to give off the perfect little view of ladylike refinery. Ugh. I'm so tired of it all!"
"Well..."
"Well what?" she snapped, angry at her mother.
"Well...why don't ya just run away, then?"
Adelaide blinked, her anger suddenly gone. "And why would I do a thing like that? She'd just chase after me."
"Not if she didn't know where you were goin'."
Adelaide looked over at Sammy, his innocent face shining with glee. "Sam...why do I have the impression that you've been planning something?"
"Because ye're right. I HAVE been plannin' somethin' for an awful long time."
"And what's that?"
Sammy looked down bashfully. "I...I can't quite tell ya. Not yet, anyways. Maybe later, okay?"
Adelaide frowned, standing up as she looked down at her friend. "Tell me now, would you?"
"Nope. Sorry, Addie."
Adelaide rolled her eyes, turning as she braided her hair once again. "I've been gone for long enough. My mother will be looking for me soon. I best be getting back." When she'd finished, she picked up her homework, which had been finished the night before. She stuck the quill pen behind her ear, balancing it between her hair and the hat she always wore to keep the sun out of her face.
"Wait a minute," Sammy said, standing beside Adelaide. He wasn't a tall horse, and was a tad bit shorter than she. "I...I just wanna say thanks."
"For what?"
"Fer bein' mah friend! Nobody likes us southerners. And...it means a lot to me that ye're okay with it."
Adelaide smiled. "My pleasure. Now, I really must be going." She turned, and started to trot off, but stopped when Sammy called out once again before trotting up.
"One more thing, Addie!" He stood on his tiptoes and kissed her cheek. "Thanks." With a bashful nod and smile, he turned and trotted off, his legs looking like jello as he wobbled down the path.
Adelaide chuckled. "Goodbye, Sammy."
"Our family owns this winery and grape orchard that we use to sell grapes and make wine. Why can I not simply learn my father's trade?"
"Because I said so!"
Adelaide's face turned red in anger. "That's not a reason! That's an excuse!"
"Watch your tongue, young lady."
"No, I shan't! I've been trying so many things to get my cutie mark, and I haven't gotten it yet! What if grape-squeezing is my talent? Or perhaps pruning grape vines? Or pulling weeds?"
"Don't you DARE even joke about that sort of thing!"
"But what if it IS, Mother? I don't care WHAT my talent is, so long as I've got one."
"It won't be. You won't live that sort of life - not with all I've done for you."
"Mother, I just want my cutie mark. I'm almost an adult, and I still don't have one. Mother, why do you think I love dresses?"
Her mother was silent, observing her child's reaction.
"You can't see a cutie mark when you're wearing a dress, mother. Or, in my case, a lack thereof."
"Stop it. Stop right this instant, young lady. You will NOT speak to me in that tone of voice!"
"I just want my cutie mark, Mother! Why can't I just TRY grape-squeezing, or something?"
"Because I forbid it!"
She groaned in frustration. "I've been putting up with your ridiculous rules for far too long, Mother. And I won't put up with them any longer." Adelaide turned and raced up the stairs to her room, pulling out the briefcase that was always packed with her most treasured items. She threw a couple more dresses into the luggage and tossed on a second hat, tying it tightly over her other one already on her head. She stuffed a few hair-ties into the outer pocket and then zipped the entire thing shut, racing down the stairs with it clunking after her. She sighed as she set it down next to her. "I'm leaving, Mother."
"Fine. Go."
Adelaide's bottled-up fury rolled within her, escaping in a scream. "You don't even care that I'm leaving?!"
Her mother turned on her, snorting in anger. "If your talent really IS grape-squeezing or something so horridly awful, then I don't even want to call you my daughter! If you're so certain that that's your talent, then I'd be glad to be rid of you!"
Adelaide's face crumpled. "What?" she managed to squeak out, horrified by her mother's outburst.
"We've been a high-society family ever since your father earned up enough money to get this beautiful house, and I WILL NOT be poor ever again. And if my child so wishes to be poor and do a poor pony's work, then so be it."
"But, Mother...I can't control what my talent is. Destiny decides, not me. If I could choose my talent, why, I'd have chosen it all ready."
"Get out of my house."
"What?"
"GET OUT!" she shrieked, leaping forward and nipping at her daughter's heels.
Adelaide leaped out of the way, grabbed her suitcase with her teeth, and raced down the stairs and through the fields. She reached the place where Sammy and she had always met and dropped the suitcase, emotions overwhelming her senses to where she couldn't take another step. She broke down crying, her sobs carrying on the wind. She curled into a ball, her small frame wracking as she sobbed.
Suddenly, she felt a tap at her shoulder.
She looked up, tears still streaming down her face.
Sammy looked concerned. "You okay, Addie?"
"Sammy!" she said, a smile lighting on her face as she threw her hooves around his neck. "My mother kicked me out," she said between sobs and gulps of air.
Sammy frowned in the direction of her house. "Don't ya worry now, Addie. I'll take good care of ya, I promise."
Oh, dearest, I see you've found my ring. My engagement ring was also my wedding ring - you're holding it now. Yes, I only received one ring, not two, as ponies generally did back in that day and age. Isn't it beautiful, with all the swirls of pale purple and blue? Simply divine. I have no idea how my husband afforded it, but he miraculously did.Sammy broke the good and bad news to Adelaide years later. As he sat beside her, a picnic before them on the grassy hill outside his small cottage where he resided with his parents, he put a hoof on top of hers. "Addie? I have some bad news."
"What's wrong, Sammy?" Adelaide said, looking over at her companion with a concerned look in her eyes.
"My name's ain't Sammy Simpleton. I've been lyin' to ya this entire time, under instruction from my father."
Adelaide's eyes narrowed. "And what ELSE have you been lying to me about?"
"Nothin', I swear! Just my name's all."
Her eyes still narrowed in suspicion, she nodded. "Go on."
"Sammy has always been my nickname. Dunno why - my father and mother liked it, I suppose. Anywho, my real name is
Tumbleweed Sky. I hope ya don't mind me lyin' to ya...my father and mother are real strict 'bout who we make ourselves known to, ya see."
"Why's that?"
"Well, we ain't the richest ponies 'round, but we ain't as poor as we let on."
Adelaide looked over, a shocked expression on her face. "You lie to keep your family safe from those that would wish to harm you for your money."
"Yup. That's about right."
"That's so sweet of you!" She smiled, rubbing her head against his. "Hey, do you mind if I keep calling you Sammy? I've always called you that, and it seems a little weird to call you anything else."
"Sure thing. I have the good news still ta tell ya, ya know."
"What's that?"
He lifted his back hoof off the ground and scooped over a dusty velvet box. He opened it with his hooves clumsily, almost dropping the dainty ring inside. "Adelaide? Will ya do me the honor of marryin' me?"
"You don't even have to ask me." Adelaide said, smiling as she hugged him.
Sammy and Adelaide got married in August. Only Adelaide's father showed up - her mother refused to come. Both of Sammy's parents showed up, and they were just as happy as Adelaide's father was. A few close friends also attended, as well. Other than the pastor, a few witnesses showed up at the last minute, too. It was a very small wedding, but that was exactly what Adelaide had wanted. Her
wedding dress was beautiful, even though it was a rental. She returned it right after the wedding, grateful for the discount that the store owner had given her. Sammy's tux was also a rental, and he returned it after the wedding as well.
That night was the best night Adelaide ever had. Just sitting outside of their new home - Sammy had made the arrangements before the wedding - watching the stars and listening to the crickets chirp. She was completely stress-free, and happier than she ever had been before. They fell asleep next to each other, waking only when the sun rose the next morning.
My fashion sense? You actually like it? Well, that's quite a shock, dearest. My era wasn't exactly what you'd call "hip," nowadays. Do you see my wardrobe? Open it, and you'll see all of the beautiful dresses I managed to keep from my era. They're in excellent condition, wouldn't you say, dear? Oh, my favorite two are in the very back - they're pale cream with a darker swirl design. Aren't they beautiful? Heehee, look at you. You've found my hats, I see. Ah, that was my second favorite one. My favorite one is in my room, hanging from the post at the base of my bed. It's pale burgundy with grapes and a few white flowers on it as decorative pieces. It's such a gorgeous hat, and I love it to this day. It's one of the few family heirlooms I was able to keep. Could you fetch it for me, dear? Please, put it atop my head - I'm growing colder by the minute. That hat was always able to keep me warm, even in the coldest of nights. Ah, thank you, dear - that's much better. theresasnakeinmybootMemory - Cover by Susan Boyle wrote:Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun